Wild Horses at Sunset |
A friend once told me of her horse getting tangled in a stallion fight. A vice grip of teeth ripped his hide. His beautiful neck and throat became a puffed mass of dry, curled skin, his head nearly torn off. He had a busted knee and nearly every rib broken.
Another time she told me of running with wild horses. “The sensation’s like trying to capture the wind. No, it’s more than that. Like entering into the whirl of raw freedom and capturing wildness itself.”
A band of wild horses usually consists of a harem of mares and colts and a dashing, spirited stallion. The
dominant mare leads the band, but always aware of the stallion’s commands. They can make a rapid exodus in an orderly, single-file manner with the aid of the mare. However, there’s a sad fact. If one of the mare’s foals becomes separated from her during a chase, the mare rarely returns. The foal’s left to wander and fend for itself.
An adventurous Indian in the Old West days would gallop into a wild horse herd, lariat coiled over the arm, ready to cast it over the neck. Then he vaulted off his own pony and chased the captive, letting out rope as slowly as possible until the mustang dropped to the ground.
He would hobble the forelegs and tie a thong around the lower jaw. After loosening the lariat, the mustang could rise to its feet to buck, rear, and plunge. But the hobble and thong kept it under control. When the horse stilled, the Indian edged forward hand over hand along the rope until he could touch and stroke the horse. About three hours later, when the captive seemed subdued and resigned to its fate, the animal could be led or ridden back to camp.
Another Method involved control of the newly caught mustang with a thin thong around its muzzle. When jerked, it exerted hard pressure on the nose. The Indian soothed the frightened horse with grunts deep in the chest while he tried to place a blanket on the pony. If the horse protested, he jerked the thong. After a while, he determined the right moment to rest his weight on the pony’s back and swing a leg to mount.
Like the warning goes, don’t try this on your own. Novices getting near wild horses is not recommended. Especially if the stallion of the group whistles with a sharp, loud blowing breath through nostrils, a neigh like a distress call. Or cocks his ears, swishes his tail, and twitches his lips and nose. When every nerve’s taut and alert, his head held high, and tail arched like a pluming banner, stay away. He’s liable to explode, to lunge with gnashing teeth and lightning hooves. He’ll kick like fury with powerful, muscled hind legs.
On the other hand, they can whip away and vanish in an instant if they sniff a scent they don’t like.
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Reba’s attention roved to the wall above the table. “You’ve hung up some new pictures.” She ran a finger around a black and white framed photo of a young man naked to the waist who raced bareback in a herd of wild horses. In another the same male stood barefoot on top two horses, one hand raised, one held the reins. “Is this you?”~~~~~~~~~~~~
The old man swelled his chest and shoulders. “Yes.”
(From Wind in the Wires)
Janet Chester Bly with sons: Aaron, Mike, & Russ |
Janet’s first solo adult novel, Wind in the Wires, Book 1, Trails of Reba Cahill, will be released in November in paperback, eBook, and audio edition. It’s a contemporary western mystery, a road adventure with a touch of romance.
Stuart Brannon's Final Shot |
Thank you for your every interesting blog. I think horses are some of God's most beautiful animals.
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Melanie: I so agree. Thanks for the note! Blessings, Janet
DeleteHello Janet. I have wanted this book since first time I saw it and heard this story of how it came to be. I think it was so interesting that you and your sons finished this book. But I don't usually buy books unless it is really reduce, because of my salary.I do love watched the horse. I used to have a horse, named Cochise. I enjoyed your post. Maxie
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Greetings: Appreciate your note. Love the name Cochise. Half the fun of owning a horse is finding great names for them! Blessings, Janet
DeleteVery touching article! I'm a native Texan and horses are one of my favorite animals! Such a strength and and beauty.
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Caryl: Thanks for your note. Texas and horses just go together! Blessings, Janet
DeleteI've always loved horses--even owned a few when I was younger. It's a dream of mine to see an actual herd of wild horses.
ReplyDeleteVickie: Thanks for the response. Fewer visible herds of wild horses. How fortunate for my heroine Reba Mae Cahill to interact with one! :-) Blessings, Janet
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